A shiny bottle, shiny liquid filled;
suspended from scars
threatening to burst free
from their repression -
blue thread glinting in the light,
glinting like the blade
that I used, adversely,
to slice the blue that I could see,
that was replaced with blue.
And now it's been
and gone
and time has frozen, slowly thawing,
and when it's warm enough...
ALL OVER AGAIN.
You cannot stop this deadly thing.
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